A Special 2013 Christmas Episode

Well, the show is over… But what if you were given the opportunity to write your own Breaking Bad Christmas episode and all cast and crew were asked to commit to the moment? What have you always wanted to see in a scene? Or perhaps it’s not a what but a who?

What if you could have anyone star and take the spotlight? How about add a bold twist to your favorite storyline or perhaps create an entirely new one?

We want to give you the opportunity to express yourself – paint your own picture, sit in the driver’s seat! If you were in charge, what would that moment look like? Let’s pause our holiday shopping stress for a second and have a little fun, eh?

Use comments below and let your imagination take over. We only ask that whether it’s a scene, episode or a storyline, you connect it with Christmas.

Don’t take it too seriously and be sure to check out other fans’ responses.

Comments

Being that Jessie is the only one who got away I think he should play a very important part in this. Make it a year later from the events that’s transpired where he has finally got his life back together and is spending his first Christmas with a girl he fell in love that knows nothing of his past history due to starting a new life after leaving his hometown. On Christmas morning all of the girlfriends family is there with them to open presents ect while Jessie is finally at peace with himself and happy to be living the dream that he has always wanted. Shortly later he steps outside to smoke a cigarette (can’t expect him to knock all bad habits) and notices a box outside with his name on it that’s wrapped in crystal blue wrapping paper. Confused on where and who it may have came from he takes it inside and goes in the bathroom with it before anyone sees his. He opens it and finds a bag of the blue meth with a note that says “remember my name”. He starts having flashbacks which leads to him freaking out and bolts out of the house to take the car and leave with the box. This could lead to ww still being alive somehow or an impersonator. I’m not too sure on where to have it go from there but it leaves some options to tell a good story in my opinion after having it end the way it did.

After a tragic year, depressed Skyler and Marie are celebrating Christmas without their men. Trying to make it as happy as possible for the kids. They hear a knock at the door and its Jesse. After some soul searching and a report from Skinny and Badger that Walt Jr. tried to score some sh#t he had decided tell the story of what went down and wrong in the last moments of Walt and Hanks life. There would be flashbacks of better times and closure for both families.

A few years after Salts death, Skyler, Walt Jr., and Marie are Christmas shopping with Holly. They decide to take Holly to see Santa, only too see that the man playing Santa is none other than Saul Goodman. No sooner do they turn around to see who’s on line behind them: Jesse with Brock.

It’s December 23. Jessie left the lab to go pick up some pizzas because Skinny Pete and Badger are on their way to his house to play Call of Duty. Jessie is irritated because of the headache he now has after listening to Walt rant the last two hours of the day about the Affordable Care Act. “But won’t it be good that little kids with cancer can get insurance?” Jessie had asked. “Your goddam right,” Walt hisses back. “But who do you think is going to pay for THIS? Me and you, Jessie!” Jessie made the mistake of asking Walt if his opinion was an “irony” because he had cancer, which then lead to a lecture from Walt about misused words in the English language. “What the fuck ever,” thought Jessie as he stopped for a case of beer and some Funyuns to tide him over until he could get to the pizza joint.

As Jessie climbed back into his car at the gas station, he heard a commotion from the house just two doors down. He looked up in time to see a woman standing on her porch clutching a kid under each arm, like an eagle protecting her young from hungry prey. A lean, disheveled man struggles to pull a sofa down the stairs of the porch. “You son-of-a-bitch,” she yelled, “It’s bad enough we ain’t got nothing to eat, now you’re selling our furniture so you can get your fix?!” Jessie didn’t need an explanation of what was going on.

Like a modern-day Superman, Jessie took off running toward the man. “We don’t want no trouble” yells the woman while frantically hustling the kids inside the house. The man realizes that Jessie has a bead on him, drops the couch and starts running down the street, only to be tackled by a red-faced, heavy breathing Jessie.

“Yo!” (Punch to face.)
“You.” (Punch to the face.)
“Asshole.” (Punch to the stomach.)
Three punches and Jessie realizes the man is already defeated, even without being on the receiving end of a punch. He stops and the man gets up and runs down the street without so much as a glance back to see if he was being chased.

Jessie can’t get the scene out of his head. Not so much the narrow-nosed man with the hollow cheeks but the look of disappointment on the faces of the kids tucked under their mother’s arms. They couldn’t have been more than four and six. Kids shouldn’t have to be disappointed. There was plenty of time for that when they grew up.

“Oh what the fuck!,” he yells to an audience of two old women who had been walking down the sidewalk and now looked at him in utter horror and disgust. Jessie stomped back to his car, whipped out his phone and called Skinny Pete. “Hey man, I’m hung up at work. Yeah, Mr. White is going all ape shit about contaminants and tryptophan and stuff. We’re gonna be here a while.”

Ten minutes later, he finds a parking spot at the HappyMart. He wrestles with the one remaining cart in the cart corral (the one with only three rolling wheels) and pushes through the crowd of shoppers. An hour later, he pulls up to the gas station. He loads bag after bag into his hands and starts toward the house with the kids, the sofa still perched on the stairs. He leaves the bags in a heap outside the front door. As he starts to knock, he glances through the door to see the kids sitting on the bare floor, laughing while watching an old-style tv sitting on a milk crate. Jessie hears Christmas music and figures it’s one of those Christmas shows that always made him cry when he was a little kid. The Little Drummer Boy was always the worst. The mother walks in and joins the kids on the floor. She looks tired and frustrated, but relaxes when they move closer to her.

Jessie finally knocks and runs back to his car, nearly tripping over the plastic truck and the canned soup that had hit the ground when one of the bags burst. When gets into the car, he pauses for a moment. He sees the woman looking through the bags and then swiftly swoop them up and into the house. He flashes back to the last Christmas dinner he had at his parent’s house. His mother was talking about packing up leftovers to send home with him. His father changes the subject and starts talking about the time being ripe for a “New Year, New You.” He turns the ignition and backs out, nearly running over the dumpster that’s near his car.

“Merry Fuckin’ Christmas” he said as he drove out of sight. “Merry Fuckin’ Christmas to all and to all a good night.”